Chapter 11

“No, she’s not for sharing.”

“Why not, she looks prime for screwing.” Again Lisa shook her head even more frantically.

“No, I told you she’s not for sharing. Not this time, she’s not a professional and not on the circuit so we want to break her in gently. But I promise you next time she’s yours to enjoy and bring a couple more of the lads.”

“That is prime pussy, and you know prime pussy is meant for sharing.”

Even in the position she was in, Lisa could sense the atmosphere in the room change.

“Are you telling me what I can and can’t do in my own home?” Peter said in barely a whisper, but with menace dripping from every word.

“No Peter, of course not. I wouldn’t be so stupid. I was simply saying that you’re lucky to be enjoying her company and that if you would like to share her sometime then we’d be more than happy.”

“Good, now that we’ve sorted that out, would you like to have more of a feel of her. But you’re not going to fuck her yet. Not this time, maybe some other as I’ve said. You’d like that, wouldn’t you dear?” Lisa again shook her head knowing her silent protestations were in vain. Lisa held herself still as the molestation of her began.

Numerous hands were running over her unprotected body, groping and pawing at her tits, tweaking and pinching her nipples. Fingers were rammed roughly into her cunt, moving in and out, or spreading it wide open.

“God, that pussy is so tight. I’ve got to have a taste of it.” The fingers were removed and Lisa felt them replaced by a tongue licking enthusiastically. She sensed the owner of the tongue pushed away to be replaced by another pair of fingers that were used to pull her pussy wide open again.

“Jesus, that looks and smells nice. I definitely want a piece of this pussy when it’s available. She’s boss stuff, and boss stuff has to be shared around.”

The one thing Lisa could tell was these men were locals and not British as Craig and Peter were, adding to her shame. Their accents and style of speech gave that away.

Lisa held herself as still as she could, silently enduring the hands wandering over her tender flesh. All the time Peter was pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. She was appalled at being groped and the casual way the brothers had agreed to share her with the other men the next time they enjoyed her. And she knew, one way or another, there would inevitably be a next time. And that time Lisa knew she would be the star attraction at a gang-bang party.

Fucking the brothers she could just about bring herself to submit to, but being passed around and shared. No. That would be a gang-bang. No way, she would kill herself first. That would be even worse than having to have sex with Claire as stunning looking as she was. Or ‘that man’ again.